Hi everyone, Ivan here.
Well now, SPINK is gaining momentum at a horrifying speed. Just this morning we were leaving Plymouth, our first destination, and now we’ve already arrived at our third.
Plymouth provided excellent material for us writerly types. The man with a ferret and outstanding hearing, the Roman Centurion who’s actually a hairdresser from Exeter called Gary, and the very pleasant hotel that, (as it turns out) were being extra lovely to us because they were critically panned on an episode of ‘The Hotel Inspector’ last year. Not haunted after all (unless the rooms were REALLY bad). Ooh, and a train that was delayed because of a ‘yacht on the line’.
HC team two kept the wheel of Ixion turning in Exeter, whisking us off to our respective events and watching us perform like trained seals. Tom and his hairdryer were more than fantastic, providing all the moral/financial/handing-out-of-papery support an author could ever hope for. Today I met two more great groups of kids who created some incredible Corne-on-the-Kobb idiots. Check those out either on this blog or on mine: http://www.caspercandlewacks.com
And then, before Exeter had even noticed we’d arrived, we were off to Bristol, my old haunt. I was here for three years learning how to scratch my beard (sometimes referred to as ‘philosophy’). Good news though, we’re not staying in my old student flat (which comes complete with faulty fire alarm and your complimentary ceiling of dry rot). Our hotel is posh posh poshity posh, and it makes hilarious puns on its breakfast-ordering cards. See title.
I’m off downstairs for some posh posh poshity nosh, but I promise to keep you updated with EVERY SINGLE THING I DO over the next three days whether you like it or not.